Specialist Agent Morgan - Spring Scenario Special (Patreon)

Dew sparkles like diamonds sprinkled across the ivy leaves which frame the garage. Spring sunlight scatters through the droplets, creating small bright spotlights across the wet trunk of the antique Jaguar sports car.

I swipe carefully across the deep green paintwork, trying to buff even more of a shine across its already pristine surface.

Standing back, I blow out a sigh, looking over the rest of the car that there’s still do.

My gaze then slides to my ‘helper’.

“Are you going to actually do anything?” I ask, pursing my lips.

Morgan shrugs, leaning against the workbench, examining a couple of tools. “This was your idea.”

“You were the one who wanted a suggestion on what to get Adam for his birthday,” I remind her.

She cocks her head at me. “I didn’t plan on something like this.” She waves a hand at the buckets topped with foaming suds and the array of cloths.

“This is more personal than just something bought from a shop,” I state. “And Adam seemed to really appreciate the idea.”

She folds her arms. “It’s more work than something just bought from a shop.” Her gaze drifts over me as her smirk grows. “Though getting to see you all wet is certainly a gift for me.”

I lift the soaked cloth in my hand. “You could be joining me in that if you helped.”

“Very tempting, sweetheart/handsome,” she purrs out through a long breath.

Finally, she lets out a groan and shoves herself away from the workbench towards me. “What do you want me to do?”

I hand her a bottle. “Could you start spraying the bonnet? This stuff is supposed to ‘melt away’ dirt.”

Morgan eyes the immaculate car with a brow arched. “What dirt?”

I droop. “Could you just do it?”

“All right,” she replies, moving to the front of the low-slung vehicle and beginning to spray it.

After a few minutes, I stand back, looking over the gleaming trunk with a proud nod.

“Now what do you want me to do?” Morgan calls.

“Begin wiping it down,” I state, moving towards her. The bonnet is a mess of white foam. “Wow, you…really used a lot of that stuff.”

She side-eyes me. “You didn’t say how much to use.”

“Have you seriously never cleaned a car?” I ask.

“Why the hell would I ever need to clean a car? I run faster than them. And if I need to use one, then it’s the Agency SUV, and I assume someone else cleans those.”

I sigh. “Just start wiping it down.”

She blinks at me.

I groan, stooping down to grab a cloth and begin circling the material to wipe away the suds. “Like this.”

“Oh, I see,” she purrs from beside me. My motions stutter as her hand slides down my forearm before her fingers spread between mine. “Like this, huh?” Our hands move together, her body pressing flush against mine from behind.

My breath catches, heat coiling low within me. “This doesn’t seem the most efficient way of getting this done.”

“Oh, I don’t know, sweetheart/handsome. It’s really working for me,” she whispers into my ear, making my stomach burst into hot flutters.

I abandon the cloth, turning around to sandwich myself between Morgan and the car, my wettened hand snaking beneath the hem of her shirt. “You’re being a distraction.”

She takes a deep breath, leaning in closer, her gaze darkening on mine. “I’m being a distraction? You dip those hands any lower, and we won’t be working on this car anymore.”

“Promise?” I ask through a smile, curling my fingertips around the top of her jeans and popping open the button.

A growl forms in her throat before it’s lost as her lips crush against mine.

I drag against her jeans, yanking her hips against mine as I lose myself in the kiss. Her hand slides up my arm, wrapping around the back of my neck to keep us as connected as possible.

She presses her chest against mine, encouraging us back against the bonnet, her lips moving away only to resume their lingering touch against my jaw and down the side of my neck.

And she’s right. Any thought of the car or its cleaning is long forgotten.

Well, at least until—

“On my car?!”

Morgan and I both flinch out of our hot and heavy tangled position, swaying on the spot as I try clear the heated fog from my mind.

Adam glares at us from the doorway before storming forward. “What are you doing?”

“Well, I was about do—”

“I know what you were doing,” Adam cuts through Morgan’s scoffed response. “But why are you doing it on my precious vehicle?” His fingers trace through the soapy suds with a frown, as though in silent apology to the vintage car.

I clear my throat, rubbing at my arm. “I’m so sorry, Adam. We’ll make sure your car is spotless and ready for the best drive for your birthday!”

He stares at me in silence for a long while. “I will return in an hour. You had better hold true to your promise.” After a final winced look at the car, he turns and marches out of the garage.

I release the breath I’d been holding, only for it to shiver as Morgan throws me a smirk.

“An hour?” she says, sauntering closer. “I can work with that.”